. Syllabus . is most certain. Hes not the sufficient part. The world dont move thru one power, But by synthesis of arts. When one assumes all the glory And refuses the Devil his due We in our sphere resent it When were working at our part too. God pity the man who is selfish! God pity the man who persists In harming the school which feeds him By depreciating sections of it! Lord pity the man who is lazy! — Who leaves best opportunities missed! But above all, grant some mercy To the self-centered egotist! FIRE FLAME The hungry firelight searching stillWith slender finger tips,Reveals your flami
. Syllabus . is most certain. Hes not the sufficient part. The world dont move thru one power, But by synthesis of arts. When one assumes all the glory And refuses the Devil his due We in our sphere resent it When were working at our part too. God pity the man who is selfish! God pity the man who persists In harming the school which feeds him By depreciating sections of it! Lord pity the man who is lazy! — Who leaves best opportunities missed! But above all, grant some mercy To the self-centered egotist! FIRE FLAME The hungry firelight searching stillWith slender finger tips,Reveals your flaming dress of frill,The scarlet of your lips. The spirit of the dying flameTo blue-gray ember diesIts soul has left the ashes slipt into your eyes. Your bright eyes catch and hold my mine new lights acquire;Your hot eyes look into my soul,And scorch with flame of fire! Margaret Waddell AH, MARION I wonder if my room-mate dyes her dear, only the good dye young. Six Hundred Three Speech. i i Six Hundred Foii
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